Plastic Nylon Terylene Made of atoms by tender fingers And determined heads Of inventors tickling Perfection Plastic Rayon I was born aeon's ago Before anything human was known My friends the alchemists Told me everything was natural And always will be that way And possible to make gold from dirt Plastic Nylon Dear plastic be proud Don't imitate anything You're pure, pure, pure Plastic Nylon I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge Took everything and digested Of course I became big, bigger and very, very strong Today I'm old and withering away My friends the alchemists Long disappeared into dust I no longer get anything fruity No longer gold made from dirt The only thing I get is space food on a tray [Foreign Content] Plastic Plastic Plastic Plastic Plastic Plastic Plastic Plastic